Friday, September 5, 2008
Handwritten : Nur Afiqah
Till now, I still can recall what happened to me, three months ago. Dad was my hero. However, his hero act, dangered his life. I appreciate Dad for saving my life, but I just could not forgive myself for the incident which happened to me. This was how it happened....
That year, I was in sec one. I enrolled in a school-Anderson Secondary School. It is a good school in my neighbourhood. I was in the express stream. However, the influence of my friends sent me to Technical stream. When i make friends with my new class, they taught me bad things like smoking, firstly.
"Eh, Sandy, you want to be cool or not?"
"C...cool? What do you mean by cool?" I asked.
"Well, do you want to try smoking?"
I refused the offer, however, they started to call me 'chicken' as I was afraid to take up their offer. But, I thought of trying a stick. Soon, it was difficult for me to kick the habit of smoking. I also joined their gang group, few weeks later. They said that when I join their gang, we will be like brothers and sisters. I marked their words, believing in them. After I joined the gang, I hardly went home. My behaviour oftens made my parents worry.
Till now, I still can recall what happened to me, three months ago. Dad was my hero. However, his hero act, dangered his life. I appreciate Dad for saving my life, but I just could not forgive myself for the incident which happened to me. This was how it happened....
That year, I was in sec one. I enrolled in a school-Anderson Secondary School. It is a good school in my neighbourhood. I was in the express stream. However, the influence of my friends sent me to Technical stream. When i make friends with my new class, they taught me bad things like smoking, firstly.
"Eh, Sandy, you want to be cool or not?"
"C...cool? What do you mean by cool?" I asked.
"Well, do you want to try smoking?"
I refused the offer, however, they started to call me 'chicken' as I was afraid to take up their offer. But, I thought of trying a stick. Soon, it was difficult for me to kick the habit of smoking. I also joined their gang group, few weeks later. They said that when I join their gang, we will be like brothers and sisters. I marked their words, believing in them. After I joined the gang, I hardly went home. My behaviour oftens made my parents worry.
One day, my group was in trouble. We were involved in a gang fight. My parents were off to search for me, when they spotted me being bashed up by a gang. My father ran to me and asked me to go away from the place.
I hobbled my way to my mother, hugging her tightly. I was in tears. I was being slashed at my neck and my legs were being stabbed with parang. I should have not trust my gang group and join them at the first place. They left me being hit!
Upon seeing my father, i was proud that he save my life. But, one of them hit him which made him lost too much blood. He died on the spot. I cried pitifully. I was warded in hospital. I was paralysed. I could not help but cry at his wake. I realised that friends can influence us in a bad or good way. I regret having such friends.
♥The Sewels Wrote To thier Subjects♥ @2:29 AM.